The Black Riders and Other Lines


Gelesen von T. Tilbe

(4.2 Sterne; 12 Bewertungen)

A collection of enigmatic poems

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Black riders came from the sea 0:42 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Three little birds in a row 0:35 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
In the desert 0:34 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Yes, I have a thousand tongues 0:28 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Once there came a man 0:42 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully 0:57 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Mystic shadow, bending near me 0:33 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I looked here 0:31 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I stood upon a high place 0:27 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Should the wide world roll away 0:31 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
In a lonely place 0:37 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the heads of the children 0:35 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
If there is a witness to my little life 0:26 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was a crimson clash of war 0:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Tell brave deeds of war 0:28 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Charity, thou art a lie 0:28 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There were many who went in huddled procession 0:36 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
In heaven 0:50 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A god in wrath 0:36 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A learned man came to me once 0:36 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was, before me 0:46 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Once I saw mountains angry 0:40 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Places among the stars 0:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I saw a man pursuing the horizon 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Behold, the grave of a wicked man 0:44 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was set before me a mighty hill 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A youth in apparel that glittered 0:44 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
"Truth," said a traveller 0:47 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Behold, from the land of the farther suns 0:41 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Supposing that I should have the courage 0:35 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Many workmen 0:37 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Two or three angels 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was one I met upon the road 0:49 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I stood upon a highway 0:40 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky 0:39 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I met a seer 0:40 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
On the horizon the peaks assembled 0:26 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
The ocean said to me once 0:48 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds 0:41 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
And you love me 0:57 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Love walked alone 0:27 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I walked in a desert 0:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There came whisperings in the winds 0:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I was in the darkness 0:29 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Tradition, thou art for suckling children 0:28 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Many red devils ran from my heart 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
"Think as I think," said a man 0:26 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Once there was a man 0:34 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
I stood musing in a black world 1:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
You say you are holy 0:26 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A man went before a strange god 0:47 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Why do you strive for greatness, fool 0:38 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Blustering god 1:14 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel 0:37 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A man toiled on a burning road 0:43 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A man feared that he might find an assassin 0:26 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
With eye and with gesture 0:29 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
The sage lectured brilliantly 0:39 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Walking in the sky 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Upon the road of my life 0:55 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was a man and a woman 0:58 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was a man who lived a life of fire 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
There was a great cathedral 0:35 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground 0:32 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
Once, I knew a fine song 0:39 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
If I should cast off this tattered coat 0:30 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
God lay dead in heaven 0:52 Gelesen von T. Tilbe
A spirit sped 1:00 Gelesen von T. Tilbe

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Huh?


(2 Sterne)

Okay, I’m not a poetry buff. There are poets and poems I enjoy, but some leave me scratching my head. This is a collection of the latter. Very short poems with opaque meaning. “Quaint progress”? “Stupid wind”? I don’t get it. The reader is good and clear.